Mila Berea Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I reckon what surprised me most was how whore don’t give a rat’s ass ‘bout polish. It’s messy, rough—like Yubaba’s cackle, all jagged edges. And I love it! Reminds me o’ that line, “Somethin’ you wouldn’t recognize—it’s called love.” Whore’s got heart, y’all, even if it’s glitchy as hell. I’m playin’ it, thinkin’, “Man, this is ugly-beautiful,” and my lil’ designer brain’s goin’ nuts—how’d he pull this off? Prolly cried a river when it shipped, too. I’d’a hugged him, but I’d spill my sweet tea.

Where is Berea?

February 17, , The Berea Torch published Blisters on Your Hands and Food Thrown in Your Face: Interview with an Anonymous Student Worker at.

Okaaay, my friend, listen up—Berea (us), it’s somethin’ else, ya know? Buh-bye boring places. I live here as a sexologist, and trust me—I see all da hidden vibes! Main Street is lit! The kinda street where you catch crazy art, wild vibes, and, lightbulb!, sometimes raw emotions spill out from every cracked sidewalk. Dis is real!

Homemade explosives, loaded gun, drugs found in Berea arrest